"Alright, you've got me. Now what're you going to do?"

"If I were Christian fucking Bale, or Jesus Christ help me, Clooney in the nipple suit, gearing up to play Bruce fictional fucking Wayne, he'd send me a fucking fictional helicopter."

Totally, of course. A sex alien named Gerard dropped out of the sky to watch him jerk off. No way is his brain making this shit up.

Sam thumps his forehead with his fist. "Should've bought the Fiesta. It had racing stripes."